This is the true story of one of my very first days at RMIT, a quintessential misadventure, which may have potentially led to the uncovering of my (potential) insanity in the eyes of my fellow media students.
One fine day, in what was only my second week at RMIT, I arrived at university relatively early and as I was evaluating in my mind whether I should just go and wait out the front of the lecture theatre or find something else to do with my time, I quite conveniently ran into a new friend, Marianna who was also a media student contemplating the same dilemma! After a bit of discussion we decided, we should just make our way to the lecture, after all we had been warned that sometimes the elevators can take a while occasionally.
So walking and talking we progressed on, to what at the time we did not ever suspect would be a grand misadventure. Right as we arrived outside the elevators the doors conveniently opened, and in we hopped. I went to reach over to press the button of the floor we needed to get to, a perfectly simple task yes? You’d be mistaken! As I reached over I suddenly realised things were about to go horribly wrong! There was no button for floor 13! This made no sense how could we get to a floor that did not exist… So out of the elevator we hopped at floor 11, and decided to make the most of being ever so lost and confused and do a bit of exploring.
Pushing open a bright green door we made our way down an eerily silent corridor, not a person in sight, the walls covered in architectural drawings. Suddenly a silver gleam caught our eyes and as we dwindled closer and closer, we saw them… An army of silver gnomes, yielding shovels as their weapons, an evil smile spread across their faces. Luckily they were trapped behind a glass barrier, but still, even to this very day the image of their shining silver faces haunts me! Contemplating the risk we would be under if the gnomes were to break free of their barrier and attack, we quickly fled the scene! I mean, there was hundreds of them and two of us we stood no chance. So off we ran to find floor thirteen, we went up a series of stairs only to discover the door was locked. I whipped out my swipe card and tried to unlock it, but this only set alarm bells ringing, I did not have authorisation to this door. So off we ran, back past the gnomes, avoiding eye contact and not looking back. We reached the elevator, hopped in and discovered we had been in building eight, the architecture building the whole time!
So down we headed, having a laugh about our stupidity, we recommenced our journey to get to the damned lecture. Into building ten we walked and headed straight over to the elevators. In we hopped, sighing sighs of relief as we realised there was in fact a button to take us to floor thirteen! Up the elevator went, the doors opening at floor thirteen, but something was still not right… This was not the lecture theatre from the last week, it looked different, wrong! Signage on the inside of the elevator quickly revealing we were in building twelve not ten. How did we possibly make the same mistake twice? Back down the elevator we went and in a state of confusion started walking back to… Honestly I don’t even know where we were walking to at this point, but on our way we ran into two other fellow media students obviously making their way over to those elevators to the lecture as well.
Puffing and out of breath (as one generally is after riding elevators…) I managed to quickly stammer “Nooo, elevator… doesn’t work… wrong place…. building eight… silver gnomes.” Confusion spread across their faces as they contemplated what I had just said struggling to understand how an elevator could go to the wrong place (and undeniably simultaneously questioning my sanity). They quickly informed us that building twelve and building ten were in fact connected so the elevators would have gotten us to the lecture if we had just gotten out! As we made our way over to the lecture for what seemed to be the millionth time, I explained the story of the elusive silver gnomes of building nine; yet I could tell by their faces they did not have faith in their existence at all and had (
quite accurately ) concurred that I was insane, I mean I am a media student after all! We did end up making it to the lecture, and I still and probably will forever stand by my statement that the silver gnomes do exist, why? Well that is one mystery that is yet to be solved!